THE SHADOW MAN IN THE BEDROOM
Probably, the first layer of your bedroom is your private self in this matter - or the normal known you you are comfortable with.
The second layer may be the outside world in this, or maybe more likely where this man noir lives where you do not recognize and is everchanging - the somewhat out of control dark side of you.
THE MAN THAT WASN'T THERE
In your mind he was a mere shadow.
But when you actually realized this was in your mind, he had form or more reality.
Not human, squsahed thought and very basic maybe. Painful. Ominous, making you feel desperate.
Hard for you to wear.
It clawed at you, dug into you. Very unpleasant.
THE TOWN THAT DREADED SUNDOWN
Maybe in reality you were semi-conscious of it, so could affect change and defend yourself.
But you were trapped and unable to protect yourself properly.
Maybe you thought poison would stop it. But the part of you that thought this was short, not grown enough, yet overfed or excessive. Strangely opposite to Creepy Thin Shadow Man, who was underfed it seems, which should have made him easy to defeat. But your doctor friend inside you was a fiend in his bad medicine.
Cornered by your demon you confronted, The Man Who Was Indeed There, The Man Who Would Be Cure, put its medicine in the light in your head, turning it on. This poisoned you and made you unconscious. The evil bit said you will die. As surely part of you must die to be rid of it, it's supposed to be the bad part that dies. Not the good.
BACK TO BEDROOM
Now what was good in you attacked you. It had been possessed by the starving Slender Dude.
{Your dream had a creepy twist ending.}
CONCLUSION
So yes, a confrontation with a darkened poison portion of your mind, which then took over you, though you tried to defeat it by lighting it up - yet with poison. But alas, you fell under the spell that you fight evil with poison. It's already poison. You fight it with the opposite. Yes, With good.
Maybe if you just used the light, that would have made the slim slimy shady shadow disappear, man.
{Excuse my computer's attempts at supposedly clever or funny film auto-connections corrections, for which there is no reason or need at all - other than the subject matter stole itself to such softwear.}
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